Otatso Wetlands I won't give up, no I won't give in.

Maybe @Kukulkan?

Despite yesterday's failed hunt, Artyom maintained his high spirit. He had hoped to surprise Whitebark's wolves with a grand feast of beaver meat but, unfortunately, it was not meant to be. There would be other opportunities, other prey to fell when the herds found the confidence to return to the maplewood, but in the meantime there were hares to satisfy hunger.

The pale ranger ventured beyond his home beneath another snow flurry that afternoon, deep into the frozen wetlands. He did not go in search of prey but simply to stretch his limbs and make some time to enjoy the cold season. A hope to happen across some sign of his missing comrades kept him heading out to search, though he knew such chances to track them would dwindle on the approach of Dawn's whelping.